You pop up
like an E-mail
or a text message
that says: “Hi...
I think you’re a real
nice guy! ”
Or the sudden red beret
that jumps out of a crowd
on a big bright smile
and hugs me ‘till...I topple
& fall...& drag you down... to my level
where we are all flailing
arms & legs.
We appear to be swimming or drowning or waving or singing an operatic aria
or simply having a laugh or simply having it off.
In truth we are doing all six!
You smile & simper:
“We simply can’t go on not meeting like this! ”
I say “Oh...I don’t know...I rather like it! ”
A policeman asks us
if we are students
or from the telly
and is there a hidden camera
and if we are going to get up now
because we are beginning to be
a public nuisance and are causing an obstruction.
We retire
to a café
and kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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